I'm dying. I swear. I hate it when I get a fever.
Give me hacking up a lung, give me headaches galore, give me a snotty raw nose, and all will be well. Give me a fever and I instantly claim I'm dying.
My whole body feels like it's on fire. It burns. I can't stand the feel of anything touching my skin, especially my back. My pain tolerance gets pushed to it's limit each time I shower. The scalding water feels amazing, but when I get out and head for the lotion I'm almost in tears smoothing it on to prevent dry, itchy skin.
My nose it running, I'm sneezing every which way, and I can't seem to stay warm. Each time I blow my nose it just keeps coming (which is a good thing, but still). MIL was kind and brought over the sick essentials to go with what I have. Chicken soup, honey (for my tea), and the other mild foods that won't leave me feeling like I should hurl my guts back up and out. I do feel nauseous. That's ok, I can deal with that.
Please let this be over and done with quickly...